/snoot/ - Lucy find it kinda hot

from /snoot/ Sunday - Too Hot For the Booru Edition
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How do you guys think E3 Lucy would react to Anon telling her (probably with a heavy heart) that he's killed people in the war?
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She'd probably be more concerned about how he feels more than anything. But she might find it kinda hot in a really weird animalistic way.
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Meanwhile Anon's fetishes.
>Kissing Lucy
>Hugging Lucy
>Making sure Lucy feels safe and comfortable in his arms.
>H*ndholding (manwh-re)
>Feeling Lucy's tail squirm in his grip.
>Looking into Lucy's eyes during missionary.
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>F-king Anon while she plays the piano. (Don't ask.)
Now that's giving me a f-ked up mental image of Lucy being weirdly aroused by playing music. Who knows why, maybe some crossed wires back when she was Fang and all of her closest moments with her handΣ husbando involved music.
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no facesitting?
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>Ask your ptero wife to sit on your face
>She accepts with such vigor you barely have time to react
>...
>The back of your head keeps being slapped by her tail going a mile a minute.
>You thought the lack of oxygen would've been the most daunting part of this.
>You're not sure how long you can tolerate her treating your bald head as a makeshift drum.
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>The priest at the church needing to choke down a "What." when Lucy tells him in the confessional. "I fetishized my husband fighting foreigners when he fought in the war." Or "I get really aroused whenever I hear a piano or guitar when my husband's next to ne."
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>Anon is talking about the subject again with Ripley out on the porch while Lucy is out grabbing some cookout supplies with Naser for another visit.
>Anon brings up the Baby thing again.
>"So I was grabbing some coffee and milk, and I was so tired that I found myself in the bab-"
>Ripley quickly puts a hand on Anon's mouth, fast enough to stop him from finishing his sentence but slow enough to not risk a instinctive Ka Bar to the throat.
>"The hell did I say last time son."
>Anon gives him a confused look.
>"Eh? Lucy isn't even here! She couldn't hear me say Baby even if I screamed it at the top of my lungs. Matriarchal instincts be damned."
>Ripley sighs and face palms.
>"It's not Lucy I'm worried about. It's her."
>Anon immediately feels a presence behind him that gives him a chill throughout his body that felt akin to that one time he found himself deep inside the killzone of a inactive IED.
>He slowly turns his head to meet the sweat inducing smile of his mother-in-law.
>"You two talking about you and Lucy finally giving me some grandbabies?"
>Anon felt like he was a teenager again with how he sputtered.
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>Anon's legs giving out from under him in the maternity ward when Lucy embracing and holding their newborn child casually tells anon. "Only 7 more to go..."
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>Only 8 kids.
Kinda lowballing it don't you think?
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LUCY
OFF THE COMPUTER NOW
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>"W-who's Lucy? I just think Anon is way too good of a father. He totally needs to make more kids with m- Uh, his wife!"
>Anon walks into the room to see...his wife on a Japanese Salmon Cutting forum.
>Arguing over kids. Yet again.
>He can't tell whether to make fun of her, be concerned, or run for his life.
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from /snoot/ Sunday - /meteor/ Monday Masters of Disguise Edition
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here: h ttps://rentry.co/pmkop
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>"Drill sergeant Johnson never prepared me for this."
It would be more f-ked up if he did, Anon.
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>"Lucy... where did you even get a butler outfit?"
>"I had it tailor made to your measurments!"
>"... H-how much did it cost?"
>"Er..."
>"Wait... measurements, I don't remember you ever knowing my measurments."
>Her brain immediately rewinds to her slowly rising over anon as he sleeps soundly, measuring tape in her hands.
>"I uh... got them from the guy who made your wedding tux?"
>"Lucy."
>"I-I did a bad didn't I?"
>"Yes. You did a bad."
>Que Lucy *boowomp* face.
>Maybe she shouldn't tell him about the maid outfit in her car.
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Not a sexual quirk but...
>Ending 3, Lucy gets pregnant.
>belly swells
>go into the doctors to get a ultrasound.
>"Congrats, it's twins!"
>Lucy proceeds to scream out "F-K YES, YESSSS YESSSS!" so loud everyone that was in the room had tinnitus for the rest of the day.
>Not Anon as he had put on sound proof headphones for just this occasion.
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>E3 Anon getting ready for a reunion dinner with Rose and Stella.
>"Lucy, hon! You ready?"
>No response.
>"Lucy?!"
>Anon heads upstairs to find Lucy sitting on the bed, still in her lazy sunday clothing with her arms crossed and a defiant look.
>"Come on Lucy, we're going to be late for the dinner with our friends. Get your clothes on!"
>"No!" Lucy says with the energy of a stubborn Toddler. "I don't wanna."
>"Lucy." Anon sternly say.
>"NO!" Lucy frowns and turns her head up and away.
>"Babe, you said you wouldn't do this!"
>"I-I have a headache!"
>"Lucy..." Anon pinches the bridge of his nose. "You need to make friends!"
>"I have friends!"
>"Besides me and your family?"
>"I do! I have... uh..."
>Anon raises an eyebrow as Lucy thinks to herself, before her eyes widen and she raises a finger.
>"Oh-!"
>"The kids at the daycare do NOT count." Anon doesn't even stutter.
>Lucy's finger droops sadly, and Anon folds his arms waiting for an actual answer before she suddenly reapplies her pouting face and quickly wraps a blanket around herself.
>Anon tries to stop her, but he's too late, Lucy has already cacoond herself in the blanket. Not giving no matter how much Anon tugs at the blanket.
>He lets out an irritated sigh.
>"Mother f- LUCY!"
>"NO! THEY'RE GONNA BE MEAN TO ME!"
>"Babe they're not gonna f- Christ it's like she's five years old."
>He sits on the bed next to the Lucy cocoon, rubbing her back through the blanket, his voice putting on a sympathetic tone.
>"Okay Lucy. Here. I'll cut you a deal."
>Lucy pokes her head out of the cocoon, curiously eyeing anon.
>"You know that thing you wanted to try? With the... collar and leash? We could try-"
>Lucy's eyes light up before he can even finish, quickly jumping out from the blankets and stripping down, her dress clothes already in her hands.
>"Hon, hurry up! We're gonna be late!"
>Anon is utterly stunned, looking blankly at Lucy as she dresses up.
>He can't help but smile with a sigh.
>"This girl..."
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>Anon tries to stop her, but he's too late, Lucy has already cacoond herself in the blanket. Not giving no matter how much Anon tugs at the blanket.
I kinda like to imagine this is just Fang's pouting mechanism in any timeline, E3 or otherwise.

>Be Nasar
>You feel like complete and utter dogsht lately. Why? Well, your sis- Sibling had a concert yesterday.
>It did not go over well. At all.
>You're standing outside of Fang's door, wondering what exactly to do.
>She hasn't responded to your texts or your mom calling her for breakfast.
>You knock on the door.
>No response. You only hear some muffled music.
>You try the doorknob and oddly enough, it isn't locked. Huh. This feels like breaching some boundary but you're worried.
>You open up the door.
>h ttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYN9HDt9kX0 is playing from the tinny speakers of Fang's phone.
>The windows have their blinds shut closed. The only thing you can make out (thanks to the phone's light) is...
>A mass of blankets sitting in the middle of Fang's bed.
>"Fang?"
>The ball of blankets shuffles a bit before you hear her voice.
>"getout". It's barely audible over the music and blankets muffling it.
>"I, uh, just wanted to see if you wanted some breakfast?"
>"maybelater." That's all you're getting. Damnit.
>"Alright. Just...I'm sorry, okay?" You close the door. The music that was playing earlier is now a lot louder now.
>You know not to bother when she's like this. You tried once and, hoo boy, it did not go over well.